Good or bad?

Just saw all those awesomely unglam photos of me on Sabrina's blog. I miss the cold weather.
Its true when they say that sometimes you can't put something behind you, no matter how large the time difference is between them. And dreams, yes the strange dreams, of being in that winter wonderland sometimes creep up upon me again like a giant spider. And the memories, both good and bad, come flooding back. That sickening feeling that envelops your heart and yanks it down to the depths when you realise that you're back from a holiday and reality slams into your face? It happens all the time, the novelty wears off and exposes a layer of harsh reality, even more blinding than snow itself, that you don't want to face it, but you have to.
And yes, I say memories, but I've yet to figure out whether they are really happy memories. There's always so many things and people, 8 days almost seems too short, and before you know it its over. And the making of friends, the regret of not wanting to leave them behind. So I find myself clinging on to photos and memories alone, not wanting the days to go by, because with each day that passes by its another day taking me further from those I miss most.
So sometimes, i wonder if the regret and sadness that enshroudes us at the end of a holiday is really worth it, or is it better not to go at all?
Innocence is strange? Its always used as a good connotation, but it always has a deeper, underlying meaning. So innocence really isnt innocence at all?
But its true, Innocence is bliss, isnt it? Though I know that someday you'll be a memory enbedded in my soul. But not now.